After all that’s happened
I never sat down to think.
I always wanted to push forward
and never looked back.
Who wants to sit down with pain?
Especially when all it does is hurt you.
It showed me parts of me I don’t like
and I try not to blame you.
Some days I curse you under my breath.
I daydream about if things had worked?
Then I get nightmares about doing that.
I try to think past the what ifs and
Accept what happened between us.
If I had the power to either forget you,
Or make you love me like I love you.
I’d choose to forget you.
Gasoline doesn’t control a dying flame.
You cut me deeply where the wound
Still feels the sear of your burning knife
As it thrusts right into my back,
With smoke burning my throat as it escapes
Despite all the pain, I don’t hold onto it.
Where would there be room for love,
If I choose to keep hating you?
Maybe we could’ve been friends,
If things didn’t turn out this way.
I can’t say I’m glad or upset that
We met under these circumstances.
All I have to say is, thank you
And I wish you good luck with
Everything.
Gasoline on roses,
such an acrid odor.
Unfulfilled promises,
inhaling bitterness
releases hostages.
Gasoline on roses
is floral and severe.
It will not dissipate
made over into ash,
a truly ghastly trait.
Gasoline on roses
wipes a raging fire out.
Nothing to believe in
leaves behind agony,
immune to medicine.
Gasoline on roses
gentle petals remain.
Vulnerable’s a fight
that easily keeps you
lying awake at night.
"Watch out for these two! A disastrous inferno" - quote by poet.
Talk about the definition of trouble!
Two people tainted with potent toxicity.
As if either of the two isn't bad enough.
Such up-to-no-good partners in crime
Walking down a crooked primrose path.
Keep a sizeable distance from them!
They're a fire and gasoline twosome;
An oil and water combination, no doubt.
Think of a Bonnie and Clyde dynamic.
Think a film noir femme-fatale...
And a malleable, meek private eye.
Oh, the twisted mind games they play;
It's a constant game of one-upmanship
And manipulation against one another.
Did I mention they rob and kill, too?
Truth has been backwashed with an elongated shadow.
They've made corruption just a bit more palatable.
Polluting the masses with exaggeration and lies.
Maintaining power, they have a great lust to divide.
We were great when battling against rabid tyranny.
Now we goose-step to war for the comfort of oligarchs.
Our children are sacrificed for the greed of oily kings.
We, the sheep, are led to high cliffs by false prophets.
They say it takes a village to raise our children,
But the village is brimming with idiots and sinfulness.
Our courts are stacked with jesters who turn a blind eye.
The masses are slowly losing their God-given rights.
I don't see another Gandhi or King on the horizon.
I'm not holding my breath for our slothful messiah.
My faith has been tainted by deception over time.
It's time to marry gasoline to forgiveness and ignite.
To soothe the cornered inferno
Consuming a sanctuary abandoned
Spider's silk like snow kissed ground
Walls caressed by a nurturing moss,
A mausoleum of birth
The detached ruins we carry
A firefighter's hose spouts curses
To cauterize a ghastly flame
The fire fights itself separately
So the lever pullers on the dispatch
Call into the ears of a healer
To douse themselves in gasoline
There is no pain, for in
Recognition there is warmth
The exiles of the charred asylum
Need something true to human heart
An acknowledgment of all their parts
I love the smell of gasoline,
my senses set off with a match;
Instability ends in explosion,
the aroma lingers all over you;
My senses set off with a match
Revving up my engine hard
the aroma lingers all of you;
Scrubbed you inhale your hands;
Revving up my engine hard;
Instability ends in explosion,
scrubbed you inhale your hands;
I love the smell of gasoline.
Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream…
No tears, no complaints, far cheaper than gasoline!
7/21/202.
~ 1 ~
The way you cry so easily makes me angry in ways I do not understand.
Im in the right and you’re on the wrong
So how do your eyes get to be sea and mine still feel like sand?.
You sit in the dark crying with your head in your hands
And I stand in my own anger waiting and watching for something unplanned.
The people around you let your sea run free.
A mother who says im the villain apparently
Friends who care enough to sit with you and drown in your sorrow ocean
You see, I have that too
But
But I certainly do not have as many tears as you do.
But I have enough anger to supply every star including the sun
Enough anger for thousands but I am only one.
I could light a fire with my words
Set a song of red, orange, and yellow flame to your feelings with my sharp look of rage.
You do not have enough water stored in your eyes to put out my fury.
So the next time you dare to try and douce me in your guilt
Try to wash my anger in rivers of sadness
Know that my irritation is as big as the dry horizon.
That I can create castles with my sand infused eyes
Mistake the sea for gasoline
and set the oceans…
Ablaze.
It isn’t my hand that runs down the pews.
It is the boys with emptied hearts
The girls with arms full and rocking
The treatable gone.
Plastic jugs are more dangerous than they seem.
Knives don’t carve secrets like kerosene does.
Pitchers with pungent swirls jostle as I walk.
They have never before felt a holier water.
Down the aisle to my fate as many did before me.
The Blessed Virgin lies not within the marble form above me
Christ did not die on the wooden wall hangings
And the gold adornments had God melted out of them long ago.
This is not a holy place, but a husk.
The lessons drench the priests’ robes.
What nests here cannot be allowed to breed another season
To gorge themselves on tinkling laughter
Have your god strike me down. I hold the noose and will cinch it as I go.
My God makes matches.
I need only swipe them across a stone.
World "leaders" have us beneath their boots.
Using a virus army to control us.
Kotex over our smiles.
Shortening our years.
Segregating us from one another.
A viral K.K.K.
Injecting phantoms into our veins.
Gluing goblins to our brains.
They've chained up the house of God.
Turned us against one another.
Encourage us to fear one another.
Like a new-age Big Brother.
They follow our every move.
Feed our children computer chips.
The damn fools even tried to take
our sweet lord out of the eternal mix.
Mayhem has become their right.
Intolerance is the banner of entitlement.
We've been groped and raped.
If you hadn't noticed, segregation is back in vogue.
These are crow and gasoline times, folks
Waiting for a spark to make love to flint.
Mud people in an endless rinse cycle of stupidity-
The age of Aquarius has buckled under this Landslide of insanity.
I've come to believe
we're born with lungs
filled with gasoline
along a fault line of flint.
Better to inhale than exhale
be silent as a pansy
smiling at the breeze.
Open your ears
to the sound of metal on metal
always be ready to run...
but for the time being
have a little fun.
Gasoline lungs.
Grab the dark side by the waist.
Plant a kiss on its dead black lips.
Sow the light into the darkest soil.
Toss the halo and the horn.
Into the fiery pond of mind.
When truth makes love to lie.
Set goals-come up just shy.
Breathe the smoke of defeat, the death of hope.
Tap dance, flint-heeled on gasoline streets.
Savor the dew drops of brief victory.
Then collapse in one big heap.
Get ready for the ride of your life
ask and you shall receive
sit back and feel the warmth of the fire
or dance at the edge of the ocean
love like you have one minute left
incinerate the fear like a phoenix
never let up, pour on the gasoline
each moment is yours to take.
Gasoline tears
The truck
Plows forward
Into the masses
Blood and destruction
Morality hijacked by abduction
Evil deeds pervade these cloudy days
Compassion is tossed into the sea in place of the devils seduction
Humanity dances with both tears and foe, the meek shall be the victors
Satan’s followers shall face the garrote, headless will be those boa constrictors
Do not be fooled by silent ones and men behind masks disguising their petty angers
Humanity dances with both tears and foe, the meek shall be the victors
Rays of the sun, the glow of the moon, and the beat of loves heart
Flower gardens shall grow tall, on the soil of the rotten evil ones
Goodwill shall peak behind the clouds, hugging humanity
Compassion shall dance on angelic wings
Love and passion triumphant
Plows forward towards
Eternity
It's black and muggy....
a little bit of black ice
to burn my tongue
A hint of lemon
for that sour, exotic flavor
I sip and swallow
cough and puke..
A glass in one hand, a box of matches in the other
a flame, a warm feeling in my throat
and an unquenchable thirst...
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